@princeofduskĀ Ā Ā āø»Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā į„«į”.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¹āāāā¹Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā»Ā āĀ IĀ canĀ feelĀ yourĀ pulseĀ racingĀ underĀ myĀ fingertipsĀ -Ā tellĀ meĀ whatĀ youĀ wantĀ meĀ toĀ doĀ aboutĀ it.Ā ā
the morning light shone into the stained glass windows of the library, so delicately, that it almost made the moment seem more innocent then it was. tucked away into the corner, in one of the velvet tufted window seats, the princess was quiet as she felt his fingertips gently trace her collarbone, well aware that her pulse was thrumming. she could feel it in her ears, in the way her breath hitched under his touch. gods, it was intoxicating. he was intoxicating. " need i tell you? " the beauty asked breathlessly, tilting her head ā beckoning him further. " i think you already have an idea. "
